➊ 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨, ᵗᵐʳ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖: 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤

I was gently brought out of my reverie by a knock on the door. I wasn't sleeping, just laying on the bed. The truth is, I had so many thoughts racing through my mind that it was hard to drift off.

"Yeah," I whispered to the person knocking.

"Are you awake?" I was woken up by Chuck's quiet voice asking me if I was up. I grinned when I realized it was him. I got out of bed, opened the door and he just hopped in.

I approached the wide-awake little boy despite the darkness that was already setting in outside. "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" I asked him with a concerned tone.

"Why would I?" he retorted, crossing his arms defensively. "I'm not a baby who needs a bedtime."

I couldn't help but smile at his funny response. It was clear that he was a determined little boy who knew what he wanted.

"Sure, you aren't. Why are you here?"

"I have an idea for a prank on Newt!" he said, clearly excited.

"What is it?" I responded, sharing his enthusiasm.

He proudly pulled a jar out from behind his back. The strong smell hit me immediately.

"What is that?" I asked, taking the jar from him and inspecting it more closely.

"It's Gally's drink. Newt won't let me taste it."

"How do you even get this? It's like alcohol!"

"Um..." He laughed nervously. He definitely stole it.

"Never mind, what's your prank?"

His smile came back right away. And he started looking all around the room for something.

Chuck's eyes lit up again as he began searching around the hut like a raccoon on a mission. "Newt loves his shirts, right? So I'm gonna soak all of them in this stuff and let 'em dry!"

"You want him to stink?" I blinked.

"No! I just wanna see his face when he sees it and has no idea what's going on!" He laughed uncontrollably.

That logic made sense to Chuck because he had already started digging through the closet. "Aha! Gotcha!"

"How do you wanna do this?" Yes he could easily just dampen the clothes in the liquid, but then the floor would be covered as well.

"Look at the professional!" And he started pouring the liquid into the wardrobe. The beige shirts turned yellow and brownish, soaking the wooden material.

"I think you put enough Chuck..."  I remarked. Newt was kind and polite, not the best thank you gift, but Chuck seemed to enjoy this so bad that I just ended up laughing too.

"I'm just putting this back here." He mumbled and closed the door as if Newt wouldn't find out.

"I can't wait for tomorrow!" He giggled and smiled brightly.

I laughed despite myself. "Okay, okay. But I'm tired now. Maybe we should get some sleep?"

Chuck's expression shifted instantly. "Can I stay?"

He gave me those puppy dog eyes. Resistance was futile.

"I hope you don't snore," I joked, settling into the left side of the bed and pulling the covers up to my chin.

"I don't snore!" He jumped into bed beside me. "I bet Minnie told you that!"

"If Minnie means Minho, then no. I wouldn't waste breath talking to that pillock."